Birthplace: A rather unpopulated town in Xyleena, the capital city of Murdrock.Present Home: Nomad.Job: Anything he can get.Marital Status: Not attached.Sexual orientation: Straight.Language(s): (Listed in order learned)

English: This is Akio's primary language that he learned as a boy. Of course his mother was the one to teach him how to read and right, he cherishes this language and speaks most often in it. Completely fluent.

Tyranise: A second language Akio thought might be useful. If his first language should fail, (which it usually does--blasted lack of humans) then he will use Tyranise as the accepted universal language. Even though his home is in Murdrock, he doesn't really see the need for peace. And since they are trying to get Murdrockian accepted as the inter-communal language, Akio finds no point in learning both. Completely fluent.

D' Elenari: Probably Akio's favorite to speak, merely from the humming way it sounds. Though it took him a long time to learn, he has finally come to mastering it. He enjoys talking with elves almost as much as his own kind, mainly for the interest they present to him. It's slightly shocking that they should be the ones to accept him for what he has become. Completely fluent.

Ezoridan: Akio isn't sure exactly why he wishes to learn this language, except that through it, he might be able to speak to the oldest beings on Tyrand. That possibility intrigues him highly. Not to mention, he has a few dwarven friends. Being a vampire doesn't exactly warm them to him, yet they cannot say they do not enjoy his presence as he enjoys theirs. He cannot say the same for goblins. Still learning, but can hold his own with most.

Karhian: This was the strangest of all. As soon as he woke up, the horrible transformation complete, he felt a many new things. One of which, a strange dialect or a completely different way of life. Akio doesn't shun the strange flowing script he can now write in, nor does he refuse to speak in the tongue when he feels the need, but a part of him, that really hates what he's become just likes to deny any fiber of his being belonging to something else. Of course the language sounds smooth and beautiful to him, but even more so to Mae. Akio will often sing her to sleep using this language, which Mae says sounds very pretty to her ears. He's noticed over time that its a very potent method for calming her down.

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Mae is Akio's little sister. He has been in charge of her since her birth, and his parents untimely death. He feels the need to take great care of her and protect her from her often unnecessary recklessness that somehow surpasses his own. They still have a lot of fun together though. She has dark indigo hair, making it half-way between blue and purple matching his own. People often mistake it for black at a distance. She has a kind of muted red eyes, best fitting maroon in description. Soft and welcoming unless you tick her off.

Relationships

(Under construction)

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Appearance: (Akio’s Appearance matches his avie) Akio has medium length dark lavender hair, bangs extending just below his eyes, almost to his nose. It is usually unkempt, and rather ruffled, blowing easily with the wind. He has a height of around 6 feet, which can sometimes dwarfs those around him, save for the elves and orks he encounters. His light lavender eyes add to the sometimes intimidating frame of his disposition. Being a vampire, many stereotypes apply to him.

Clothing: Generally whatever he can find. Living in the capital city of Murdrock where it is always cold, has it's disadvantages. Currently, Akio's clothing is a basic silk white robe that he wears almost constantly. Even though it is large, it merely flaps around his legs as he runs, still enabling expert mobility. He usually has a black collar that he wears around his neck for unknown reasons.

Personality: Akio has a stiff personality. He isn't beyond making friends, but he won't often bother unless something about them piques his interest. He is a general happy go lucky spirit, but can be quite grave when the situation calls for it. Probably can be the most over critical person you would meet, Akio is normally calm in his demeanor...unless provoked. He can be insensitive at times, but he can generally understand other people’s emotions fairly well and usually make them laugh. He also has extreme intelligence which he believes he has inherited from his father.

Weapon Preferences: Akio likes to carry an assortment of daggers, but he much prefers hand to hand combat for practice. He generally keeps two stuffed inside hidden pockets. If it all, he'll carry a small scimitar slung around the small of his back.

Likes:

Valor in people above all else

Style or charisma

Quests

Rain

White Sand

Butterscotch

Dislikes:

Double standards

Cryptic remarks or being snide for no reason

Pigheadedness (Arrogance)

Lack of intelligence. (If your character is as dumb as a pencil, then Akio won't like him/her very much. *Not a prejudice against orks*)

Boredom

People who think something impossible.

Want's to die laughing

Strengths:

Intelligence

Strength

Keeping his cool, a regular diplomat

Able to see good in most people, but manages to keep a kind of pessimistic outlook on some aspects

Intuition

Weaknesses:

Butterscotch

Anything that smells good

Some way to test his skills

His younger sister

Long expanses of time with noting to occupy him. (Not ADD)

A hopeless feeling

History

Akio was born a stormy night to a quite family on the run. He lived in their house hold for some time, not quite knowing how he fit into the caring family. His mother would always tell him to smile and see the good things in life, even when Akio knew they were so far off, that there was at times--no hope. He hated that feeling, and he never wants to revisit it. Often flaring up at his friends for suggestion he give up something, just because it was impossible. Akio thought anything could be possible; if you had the drive for it. *Eventually, the family fled from the place they had been on, they packed themselves on a large ship filled with other refugees from some natural calamity Akio didn't understand just being a child. After a long day's journey, the ship they were on began to slow, and as he looked out over the waters, he shivered involuntarily, realizing that they were rowing across a narrow expanse of water that was frozen in most places.

The ship battered its way through the icy terrain, and finally made port at a quizzical dockside on a beach. Why there would be some kind of beach with sand Akio wasn't sure. Now he knew he was on the lower decks of the ship...all the children where kept there away from the harsh conditions above. He began to worry about his parents, and so started to push his way through the throng of people pressing against him. He finally made it to a small cabin door made out of a highly polished wood. Meekly making his way through, he toppled outside the cabin room into the hallway that led up to the deck. Akio took the stairs two at a time, and emerged on the top of the ship where it was so frigid, he had thoughts about his bare feet chipping off in pieces. He looked around the landscape, catching the urbanely ice sides of the new island they were at, and marveling at it's appearance. As soon as he regained focus, he looked up to see much of the ships crew running through the adults scattered on the ground, melting symbols on their clothing. He started, screaming like the child he was looking for his mommy--which was his goal.

Well he found her alright, and his father. Both of them, with a small melted red ink mark that had now had ample time to cool, emblazoned on their clothes. The script on the stamp read a simple word for his own language.

Death

It read. And Akio was beyond words. They say that your life flashes before you eyes, the moment before you depart from the world. And Akio thought he was. He was going to die, right now, and leave with them. He saw incoherent images flashing by in his head, two fast for him to register much meaning from them. He could only glance at the faces and recognize, two slides later their owners. It was all of his family, his mother, father, and sister, still sleeping soundly below deck, unaware as to what was happening. It was through this will that he resolved to keep his heart still beating through the cold, to stay alive, to protect her. He remembered many of his father's encouragements, and hearing his mother's words at her knee on their rocking chair back home. Akio passed out, hitting the sodden wooden panels with an almost inaudible thud because of his small child like frame. The workers around him swarmed to him, tapping his head at what he guessed where nerve points, and he squinted his eyes shut, concentrating on remaining alive. Thoughts spinning around in his barely conscience mind. Protect her...protect her! Do, not, lose, hope!...

*This is backlash still happening after the time of Neoki's actions, and him fulfilling his 'great dream'.

(Extendability present)

Past

(To be added)

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*chuckles* I know. I'm pretty sure ima stick with this one. Mainly because when I originally created Akio, Xion was the avatar I used. I'm not sure if I'll decide to keep that one, or this one right here:

Either way, I'm pretty sure I'm done. ;p And yes, I'm working on it nao.